![]() were a similar mishmash, but from Revolver onward, with minor exceptions, the studio-album releases, at least, were standardized. EMI also released a number of four-song EPs in Britain, particularly early on, but only one of them, Long Tall Sally, contained songs not available in other forms. There was also a flurry of non-album singles throughout those years, collected in different ways in the U.K. The so-called “White Album,” The Beatles, was a two-record set. in the 1960s, the group released 13 official studio albums, including the A Hard Day’s Night, Help!, and Yellow Submarine quasi-soundtrack albums. The list is based on the band’s British releases, which is how they thought of their work. It turns out that ranking the songs recorded by the Beatles in the 1960s is easy you put the worst one at the top, and the best one at the bottom. And the only way to do that, given the weight of the Beatles’ presence, is to take a look at everything the band put on record over its eight-year recording career. But Pepper’s doesn’t make sense if it’s not put in context. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, the most acclaimed rock album ever and the apogee of the Beatles’ cultural influence in the 1960s, is a time for all those chestnuts and more. “It was 25/30/40 years ago today!” “The act you’ve known for all these years!” “A splendid time was guaranteed for all!” Last week’s 50th anniversary of the U.S. Teaches you to stare, huh.At Beatles anniversary time, the stories write themselves. The worker walks away and leave you to mindlessly play with your large boobs. Teasing herself using her nipples, her fingers delicately outlining them over her shirt. "Order for um." The worker came to your window to see a woman drowning in her own pleasure. Cupping and grasping them brought the best feelings you have ever experienced. Your breasts jiggled and rippled as they grew. They continued to swell until your mind was completely set on feeling yourself up. They were so soft, jiggly, and fun to hold. ![]() You groped them with your smaller hands and bit your lip. Heavier and heavier your chest becomes, surpassing G cups effortlessly. You look down to see an amazing amount of cleavage present itself. The soft pink fabric stretches with the growth. Breast tissue begins to reinforce behind your sensitized nipples, bringing them outward. They quickly become puffy and large, the wind's touch sending a cascade of pleasure to your whole body. "OH F-" You scream as the most intense pleasure imaginable emanates from your nipples. Your inflating rear makes you lift out of your seat and you smile at the ensuing expansion. Your stomach becomes less muscular and a thin layer of fat covers your smaller waist and widening hips. Spreading on the car seat was pounds of wobbly fat that made your lower body a lot more cushioned. Filling in the empty space, your thighs begin to bloat at the same time as your ass. A sudden slurp finalizes that part of the transformation. Your hands caress your fading manhood up until the last moment. Your body writhes around as it thins and your manhood begins to dwindle. The touch of your hands sensitizes your groin and makes you whimper from ecstasy. High-pitched, muffled moans of pleasure escaped your mouth as your hands reach beneath your skirt. A necklace wrapped around your neck and laid flat on your now more defined collar bones. Your cheeks gained a pleasant softness and swelled slightly with fat. Your lips gained a delicate plumpness while your tongue flirtatiously licked them. The fuzzy state of your mind grew stronger, not caring about the absence of the woman you stared at. She giggled and walked away, knowing what was done, was done. Soon enough, a full head of thick hair fell down your body. Your hands followed the same path, longer strands of hair twirling around your shrinking fingers. The woman moved her hands to her hair, where she grazed her long brunette locks of hair and set one strand on her busty chest. Your shorts were now a white skirt with nothing underneath. Your t-shirt had turned pink and sleeves lengthened to cover the entirety of your arm. She bit her lip and smiled at the fact you were unknowingly taking part in the same motions. She slowly caressed her boobs and teased her own nipples. Such a relaxed, euphoric state took over your body that you did not care. She smirked and made eye contact with you. ![]() You were infatuated, unaware that she was aware of your creepy staring. Even the smallest of adjustments she made caused her boobs to ripple. She wore a soft pink sweater that clung tightly to her big breasts. Parked outside waiting for a curbside order, you could not help but notice a well-endowed women sitting on a bench.
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